The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1887-05-31
II TRIP TOTE.xAS.
NUMBER TWO.


ers, white and colored, busily at work
laying water pipes along the street.
The morning air was quite cool and
our oyercoats felt very comfortable,
but these workmon being urged OH
by their boss, son Of the Emerald Isle,
were with pick and spade and shovel
making the hard, rocky ground fly,
and though in their shirt sleeves did
not appear to need any fire to warm
by. The streets are narrow and
appear very rough, but were crowded
with wagons and other vehicles busily
transporting the different articles Of
commerce. The people were hurry
Ing along the pavements in every |
direction, as though everything in life
depended OH their reaching certain |
point in q gwen time. All Of which |
tended to. strengthen the impression |
that this is busy, bustling, active |
city, and has brilliant future. Judg- |
ing from tho bulletin boards displayed |
on the streets, the whole town Is ''for
sale", at prices, however, which makes |
the average mans head swim. A !
boom has struck the town, and trans
actions in real estate partake good
deal of the nature of Wall street deal
ings in stocks and bonds. Any one
with only small amount to loose had
better be careful in making invest
ments in any town with a big boom
on hand. The church is active also
to its duty, and In the most public
places are notices giving the location
of tho different churches, name of
pastor, hours OF service and cordial
invitation to the stranger to attend.
The writer had no surplus cash to
deposit here and so made hasty
tramp along the principal streets to
satisfy himself, returning to the depot
in time for tho departure of the Mem
phis u Charleston train, and bidding
adieu to Chattanooga was soon whiri- |
ing along at rapid pace in the direc-
ton of Memphis. In the distance
loomed up Lookout Mountain, upon
whose summit company of capital.
lists have eXcavated beautiful lake,
and are now erecting large, hand
some hotel building. In the memory
of some of us this was once n pretty
warm place, but now that peace
reigns in our land, will soon become
famous summer resort. Our route
lay along the Tennessee River and we
rush on, now apparently about to
plunge bag and baggage, into its
liquid bosom, changing onr course
just in time to prevent so dire q
calamity and see it flow peacefully !!
along on its way to the sea. Now we
find ourselves in utter darkness, when
all Of sudden we burst from the
tunnel and tho sun shines upon us as
brightly as ever. Now Wc enter o
superb iron bridge which carries us
safely oyer Chicamauga Creek which
creek gives the namc to q bloody
battlefield but fcw miles distant
from our point Of crossing, where a
loved brother gave up his life in
defense of his own beloved Southern
land. Can it be possible that our
cause was not just2 That after all we
were sadly mistaken and deserved /
deafoat? Sleep OH dear brother, rest
in peace We do know that our citi-
zen soldiers went forth in defense of
an invaded country, and will receive
as they deserve, the homage of all |
good citizens. "Glorious is his fate
and envied is his lot who for his
country fights and for it dies.'
Shis M. u @. Railroad, as it winds
Its way along, on the one hand the |
mountains, on the other the river,
which 1t Crosses, but to cross again in |
few hundred yards, is itself grand |
triumph of engineering skill. / fell |
In conversation with an old resident
of North Alabama, who gave me ali
account OF affairs in his section Of
country during 'onr late unpleasant
ness. He joined tho Southern army,
whilc his brother cast his fortune with |
the other side. When they left home
each made vow to kill the other iff
the opportunity over presented itself.
fortunately they never meet in battle,
and now live as near neighbors, but
said my ncw-made friend, ''we have
not spoken to each other yet" / as
sured him that the war was over, but
l fear to little purpose. In answer
TO the question, "What is land worth
5 along hereY the reply was, "rhey
ask two hundred dollars on acre, but
1t Is not worth a - cent" He was a
farmer, hence his valuation. The
Land is full OF iron ore, which Is held
in almost as high esteem by its owners
as 1t was by good old man long
baltic OF Kings Mountain, as the story
goes, this good old gentleman led in
prayer at a thanksgiving meeting I'M
something like these words: "IIord,
we thank Thee for the many morcies
Thou has given us, and the many
battles we have won. We thank
Thee for the great victory of Cowpens,
where old Tarleton was forced to flee
before our victorious troops. We
thank Thee for the death Of old Fergu-
son at Kings Mountain, and. ifYel
had not suffered the British and Tories
to burn Billy Hill's iron works, we
would ask no further favors of YEP
We passed through rather thin, but !.
picturesque country, the towns giving
evidence of good degree of prosper